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Walter de la Mare

It’s a very odd thing As odd as can be That whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T.

Walter de la Mare

Oh, pity the poor gluttonWhose troubles all beginIn struggling on and on to turnWhat’s out into what’s in.

eating, food, glutton, gluttony, obesity, the-glutton

Walter de la Mare

Thinking is like a fountain. Once it gets going at a certain pressure, well, it almost impossible to turn it off. And, my hat! what odd things come up with the water!(“Out Of The Deep”)

thinking, unconscious

Walter de la Mare

His brow is seamed with line and scar;His cheek is red and dark as wine;The fires as of a Northern starBeneath his cap of sable shine.His right hand, bared of leathern glove,Hangs open like an iron gin,You stoop to see his pulses move,To hear the blood sweep out and in.He looks some king, so solitaryIn earnest thought he seems to stand,As if across a lonely seaHe gazed impatient of the land.Out of the noisy centuriesThe foolish and the fearful fade;Yet burn unquenched these warrior eyes,Time hath not dimmed, nor death dismayed.

Walter de la Mare

It is very seldom that one encounters what would appear to be sheer unadulterated evil in a human face; an evil, I mean, active, deliberate, deadly, dangerous. Folly, heedlessness, vanity, pride, craft, meanness, stupidity – yes. But even Iagos in this world are few, and devilry is as rare as witchcraft. (“Bad Company”)

Walter de la Mare

I believe in the devil, in the Powers of Darkness, Lawford, as firmly as I believe he and they are powerless – in the long run. They – what shall we say? – have surrendered their intrinsicality. You can just go through evil, as you can go through a sewer, and come out on the other side. A loathsome process too.

Walter de la Mare

Poor sleepers should endeavor to compose themselves. Tampering with empty space, stirring up echoes in pitch-black pits of darkness is scarcely sedative.(“Out Of The Deep”)

darkness, insomnia, space

Walter de la Mare

Yes, after all, this by now was his customary loneliness: there was little else he desired for the present than the hospitality of the dark.

dark, loneliness

Walter de la Mare

It was a pity thoughts always ran the easiest way, like water in old ditches.

predictability, thoughts

Walter de la Mare

It was to be a day of queer experiences. He had never realized with how many miracles mere everyday life is besieged.

Walter de la Mare

Once a man strays out of the common herd, he’s more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.

Walter de la Mare

Lawford had soundlessly stolen a pace or two nearer, and by stopping forward he could, each in turn, scrutinize the little intent company sitting over his story around the lamp at the further end of the table; squatting like little children with their twigs and pins, fishing for wonders on the brink of the unknown.

unknown, wonder